Even as a dope fiend mama. You always was a black queen mama.

Instead of of being so metaphorical with the rhyme, I was encouraged to go straight at it and hit it dead on and not waste time trying to cover things.

I would rather have been shot straight-up in cold blood-but to be set up? By people who you trusted? That's bad.

God, When I was alone, and had nothing, I asked for a friend to help me bear the pain, No one came, except God, When I needed a breath to rise, from my sleep, No one could help me.. except God, When all I saw was sadness, and I needed answers, No one heard me, except God, So when I'm asked.. who I give my unconditional love to? I look for no other name, except God

I put the pistol by my head, and say a prayer. I see visions of me dead, Lord are you there?

I finally understand / for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man / You always was committed / A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it / There's no way I can pay you back / But the plan is to show you that I understand / You are appreciated

I have no fear, I have only ambition, and I want mine, And I will do anything to protect and feed my family.